Color this life whatever you see
Your fear and your foibles is all that I'll be
Some in the lines, some slash about
Ripping the paper, rubbing me out
Pour out your soul, give me your feelings
Or just stare at the wall or spit at the ceilings
I am your art
What are you afraid of?
Why don't you show me?
I am your art
Chalk, ink or mud, heroin and blood
Paint, doubt and stout, due bills and a bud
Brushes gone hard and we've run out of glue
Drinking the time, thinking fuck all to do
Canvas with stick from the brain to the finger
Or sit at a bar just letting me linger
I am your art
Why don't you show me?
With adhesive comes responsibility...
I am your art
[I mean it's been months, the brushes are all hard and kinda purple-y gray, and all the water's evaporated...the turpentine's all used up...I don't know what was in that coffee cup...and still you haven't put another coat on me in oh, oh so long...and there you go picking up your keys again and heading out that door, down to the bar...five martinis, six beers, and a shot...stumbling back trying to find that keyhole again with that key...guess you're sleeping in the gutter. And I'm just sitting here collecting dust.]